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across the lawn to Mrs. Dalrymple. She stared at it for a long, quiet moment.
“I remember that day,” she said softly.
“What day?”
“The day your mother came over scared. She told me that if anything ever happened to her or your father, she wanted me to trust you. Not Denise.”
My chest tightened. “She actually said my name?”
“She said you were the only one continue reading …
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